I recently saw another play at the Gaiety Theatre. At some point they’ll have a special seat reserved for me, no doubt. This time it was “Moll”, a play (by John B. Keane) about the titular housekeeper who, by playing the canon against two curates, slowly takes over a presbytery in rural Co. Kerry. I enjoyed it quite a bit: I found the first half a little off-putting as I adjusted to the low stakes of the plot, but the second half was deadly hilarious.
Also, it is the most Irish thing I’ve seen so far, moreso than even “Stones in His Pockets last year. Well, arguably: it doesn’t have the underlying despair of the other play, but I can’t imagine any other country in the world producing a comedy about local parish Catholic hierarchy.